Hopefully, but you're not carrying me like they were. [She shrugs, grabbing the sheep again. Holding this guy firmly even if he probably wasn't going to bolt. Though he does bleat at the Chimera's takeoff, the sudden wind surprising him.
When Saber returned she'd find there was a slight problem. The sheep was still there, but now it was sheep in the plural sense of the word. More had turned up. Not many only three had wandered close, and only of those three was willing to approach the fae while the rest hung back chewing the grass. Saber was intruding on the most awkward staredown.]
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When Saber returned she'd find there was a slight problem. The sheep was still there, but now it was sheep in the plural sense of the word. More had turned up. Not many only three had wandered close, and only of those three was willing to approach the fae while the rest hung back chewing the grass. Saber was intruding on the most awkward staredown.]